Bleached Bland

softly she breathes

night coats her head

I wish I lay in a different bed


some women thrill

one look inflames

their kicks come from playing games


she's too banal

her lips lukewarm

the polar reverse of a sensual storm


no excitement

zero surprise

I know exactly what's behind those eyes


it's been one year

itchy my feet

not enough her being merely sweet


morning filters

my gloomy thoughts

last night I must have been out of sorts


dawn befits her

firm bosoms trim

she'll do to satisfy my morning whim


her tone is firm

fills me with dread

"You bore me, I want you out" she said


boredomstalenessloveitchy feetworm turnsshock

◄ Wanda

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